King Aslan's POV:
Godfrey and I were once the strongest swordmasters in this kingdom—our names spoken with awe during the golden days of our youth. While my younger brother possessed raw, devastating physical strength and a powerful aura, I was more attuned to Divine Magic, a gift that set me apart even among our elite. It was this balance of might and magic that earned him the title of Captain of the Braveheart Knights and made him my most trusted right hand.
I had complete faith in him—and rightfully so. He had just stopped a colossal punch from Xir, a blow that could have flattened our cathedral and everyone within it.
Now, side by side, we face Xir together. A Demon Warlord of terrifying rank and strength.
I unleashed my [Divine Slash], cleaving through Xir's arm with radiant energy, while Godfrey mirrored the strike, severing the other. But Xir, unshaken, only chuckled. Before our eyes, his limbs regrew—twisting, surging back from his flesh like corrupted vines.
